Scars {Completed}

Chapter Thirty-Three

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A FEW MONTHS LATER...

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Kenzie's POV

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"I just- I wish I could tell everyone. Tell them I didn't choose to be depressed..." I say quietly.

"Why don't you tell them?" Marla, Dr. Parraguirre, asks.

"Because... I can't." I shake my head.

"You mentioned someone earlier- Roquelle? Who is she?" She tries changing the subject.

I grit my teeth, "Someone I'd rather not talk about."

"Kenzie, you're going to have to be open with me."

Do you really think you could trust this bitch? The voice in my head chimes.

I shake my head, trying to get the voice to shut up.

"Kenzie?" Marla calls for me.

You can't trust her. She'll tell Mark everything. Then he'll know for sure that you're insane.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to ignore The Voice.

"Kenzie, what's wrong?" Dr. Parraguirre asks, placing her hand on my knee, trying to calm me down.

"It's- it's back." I croak, bringing my knees up to my chest.

"What's back?"

"The voice in my head. She- it's back." I whimper, quietly.

"What is she saying?"

"That I can't trust anyone." I whisper.

"Talk to the voice out loud for me." She orders.

Go ahead. Act crazy for the nice lady. The Voice snickers.

"Leave. Me. Alone." I whisper to myself.

You realize that once Mark finds out how crazy you are, he'll leave you?

"He won't." I say sternly.

Yes. He will. He'll leave. Just like everyone else did. Like Nataly. And Roquelle. And your entire family.

"They- they didn't mean to leave me." I say quietly, my eyes brimming with tears.

You should've just died at the hands of Roquelle. She was doing you a favor by wanting to kill you.

The tears make their way down my face, "Make it go away," I plead, slightly sobbing, "make the voice stop. Please."

After Dr. Parraguirre comforted me, she asked me to step outside so she could have a 'talk' with Mark.

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Mark's POV

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"Kenzie and I made a huge breakthrough today." The doctor says, escorting me into her office.

"That's good, right? That means she won't have to come to therapy as often?" I ask, sitting down on a nearby chair.

"Not exactly," She says, "Kenzie insists there's a voice inside her head."

I just slowly nod.

"This... 'Voice', seems to be very violent against her. Also very much out of her control." Dr. Parraguirre explains.